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Ventrue: Okay folks. We have another problem. The "kids" want to know how we  tell each other apart...what makes us unique. 

Toreador: That's easy...we are all unique...special..beautiful in our own 
way we-- 

Brujah: Shut the hell up. He means like what separates CLANS you pantywaste. 

Malk: Never waste panties...Too hard to find this time of year. 

Ventrue: Yes Brujah. What makes us...fit into a Category. What makes us. 
CLAN. 

Brujah: Yeah. just another way for the "man" to keep an eye on us. 

Malk: What man? 

Brujah: Shut up before I mash you kook. 

Ventrue: ::sighs:: Any suggestions? 

Toreador: Signature Clothing? 

Tremere: Necklaces? Mystical pendants? 

Malk: Cheese...Different Cheeses assigned to each clan. There are different 
types to chose from you know? 

Brujah: ::looks to Nosferatu:: Yeah..lemme guess who Limburger is.... 

Nos: I heard that. 

Ventrue: I was thinking more along the lines...of a weakness...a..
subtle flaw. 

Malk: I call Kryptonite!!! 

Brujah: ::smashes him on the head:: Must have a Kyrptonite fist. SHUT UP. 

Malk: unnrk. 

Ventrue: Okay...Brujah...yours will be your temper. For obvious reasons. 

Brujah: TEMPER? WHAT TEMPER? .....fricking suits....You'd be pissed too if 
you had to sit next to Nos and Malk. 

Ventrue: ::coughs:: Torrie, since you love art...you will be known as the 
artist clan. 

Toreador: Tragic...yet...beautiful. Agreed. 

Malk: ::small voice:: I still want Kryptonite. 

Brujah: ::SMACK:: Hehe. Temper..okay..Cool. 

Malk: Unnnggh. 

Nos: ::Scratches his chin causing skin to flake off:: And my..flaw? 

[Silence] 

Ventrue: ::shivers:: We'll get back to you. Gangrel. Yours will be...
everytime you frenzy..you look more like an animal. 

Gangrel: WHAT? What do you mean "You look more like an animal??" 

Ventrue: It starts of small...you know....fur....deep voice....maybe horns.... 

Gangrel: WHAT??? Oh COME on...Torrie gets to moon over stupid drawings and  I get a fricking BEAK? Yeah...that's REAL fair...
::grumbles into a growl:: 

Assamite: And I? 

Tremere: You can't drink kindred blood..::laughs:: It's poison. Your hair 
falls out and you look like him. ::points to Nos:: 

Ventrue: Agreed. 

Nos: Still waiting. 

[silence, Malk giggles] 

Assamite: Why does TREMERE get to pick my weakness. 

Tremere: Lump it pal. 

Ventrue: Tremere...if Assamite can't drink kindred blood....then you have to 
drink from..all of your elders. 

Malk: No one got Kryptonite? 

Brujah: ::BAP:: Temper.. LOVE it. 

Ventrue: Lasombra....hmm...no reflection. 

Lasombra: You should give THAT to Nos..... 

Nos: Still waiting... 

Ventrue: ::coughs:: Be right with you Nos.....Is that acceptable Lasombra? 

Lasombra: Yeah....but you guys have to tell me when I have something on 
my chin. 

Ventrue: No problem. ...Hmmm...Tzim....You're weakness..will be... 

Malk: Having a clan name no one can say or spell? 

Ventrue: Yes. er..No. ...You..must sleep..in your native soil..or have 
some in your coffin... 

Gangrel: WHAT??? I get WEBBED TOES and she has to sleep in DIRT?? 

Tzim: Agreed. 

Gangrel: I want a new one..... 

Nos: Still waiting.....have you forgotten me? 

[Silence] 

Ventrue: Moving right along.....Giovanni...Your Kiss hurts.....
no pleasure in your bite. 

Toreador: You can say THAT again.... 

[Room looks to Torrie] Oh..sorry..was that outloud? 

Gio vq: One off night...plagues you for your unlife... 

Ventrue: Ravnos. You are a criminal by nature. 

Ravnos: ::gives back Ventrue's wallet:: Sorry. 

Ventrue: ::blinks taking it:: Um...no. I meant....::shakes head:: Oookay. 
The money too.. 

Ravnos: Oh..here..sorry. 

Nos: When do I get one? 

Brujah: At birth... 

[Stifled Laughter] 

Ventrue: Ahem...You over there..Setite...yours is....you don't like 
the light.. 

Gangrel: OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?? I get a set of BAT wings and he 
doesn't like brightlights??

Malk: Fly my little monkeys...Fllllyyyyy.. 

Brujah: ::raises hand and Malk winces:: 

Set: ::grins:: Agreed..fair and just. ::winks:: 

Gangrel: ::points:: He WINKED!! You two had A DEAL SET UP?? .....
God DAMN snakes...... 

Nos: If you continuing ignoring me...I will get UGLY. 

Malk: Too late... 

[Stifled laughter] 

Ventrue: Am I missing anyone? 

Malk: Do I get Kryptonite? 

Tzim: You, little man, have ENOUGH problems....you don't need an 
additional flaw. 

Ventrue: Then it is settled.... 

Nos: You have forgotten yourself....and I. 

Brujah: Yeah. Mr.Picky. What is YOUR flaw. 

Ventrue: ::smiles:: I am Picky...about ...what I eat.... 

Gangrel: ::stands up throwing chair back:: I am LEAVING!! 
::pointing around the room:: I get udders like a 
fucking COW and YOU get to sleep in DIRT? 
YOU are a fussy eater? YOU Get to look at art...
YOU...::finger stops on Nos::...
Okay..I guess it could be worse. 

Nos: I get it. I am the unflawed clan.... gotcha. 

Brujah: ::laughs:: Yup..that's it.. 

Ventrue: ::coughs:: Meeting Adjourned. 

Malk: ::leaving very quietly singing:: You..oogly..you oogly....
and yer mama dresses you foooney..
you oogly..you oogly...